Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.